BABY HEAGY (aka Fella Lou)

Here is a 4D ultrasound of our baby taken a couple months ago. Just hit play if you want to watch. If you cannot discern the blob. That is our baby's face you jerk.

The old Sunfire

Well Folks, here is another episode of the Heagy House. This week I am beginning to realize the startup costs of becoming a father. Thank heavens for happy grandparents who are willing to buy their unborn grandchild a couple of essentials (stroller, crib). But beyond the cost of nursery furniture there are things like getting rid of your beloved car. My car is getting on in years (it just turned 10) and has a few kilometers on it but it still runs great and is fun to drive. But there lies a problem with the structure of my car. You see, it only has 2 doors, apparently babies do not approve of black cars with two doors and a complete lack of mufflers. So alas the hunt for a new car is among us. I am excited about driving something different, and even more excited about the baby, but getting a new car is kind of saying goodbye to an old friend and knowing you will never see them again. With old friends come old memories, good and bad. I can remember driving my car home for the first time. It was so incredible to have new wheels. I remember many road trips all over Western Canada, movie and burger runs, and also the nights at CBC in Regina when we packed 10+ people in the car to go and cheer on our indoor soccer team. I remember going for long drives with friends just to talk. I remember sneaking out of the dorms (sorry Matt) and driving out into the middle of the prairies, turning off the car and laying on the hood and looking at the stars. I remember the drives back home to Saskatchewan, and knowing exactly where to fill up so I could make it with just one fill up, and getting within 2km of the yard and having my parents comment on how they could hear me coming. Finally I remember taking the car apart, fixing it, caring for it, waxing it and loving it. I will miss my old car. That to me is a cost of having a child, but the excitement (and I am sure the benefits) outweigh the costs. I think I will leave you with that.

Nathan Carrol Family band feat. Dave McG

Hello my couple of readers,

This past weekend we had the pleasure of having the Davies, Dave, and Jeff stay with us for a couple of nights. Both the Davies and Dave arrived on Friday night and Jeff arrived on Saturday night. The reason that they had all decided to come down was because our rockstar friend Dave McG (or Strings as the call him in the biz) was playing rhythm guitar for Nathan Carrols band. On top of this Nathan also made time for Dave to play a couple of his own songs for the masses at the two pancake breakfasts they played at. We were only able to go and see him play once as we had our perinatal class all day Saturday (even after which I am no more prepared to be a father, I am just a little more comfortable with knowing what is to come for the labor part). But back to the point. We were able to go and see Dave play at the Sunday morning pancake breakfast and we were very impressed with the improvement in Dave's singing, songwriting and guitar playing. (For a sample of Dave's music click the small box at the bottom of this page) During both Nathan and Dave's songs the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves whether it be by foot tapping, head bobbing on all out dancing. On top of getting to see Dave play we were blessed with the melodious sounds of Jeff's mandolin and Brock's excellent drumming. Between breakfasts and classes we were able to visit with the Davies, Dave and Jeff as well. It was nice to catch up, relive past events via drinks and storytelling. Every time I see old friends I wish that everyone still lived in the same city, although if they did it may not be as much of a treat to see them.

Egg Salad

So yesterday morning I woke up for church and was groggily wandering towards the kitchen to put on a cup of coffee and noticed that I could not see out the window of our nursery. Upon a closer inspection I found that the reason I was unable to see out of the window was because there were several eggs smashed on the window and they had hardened there. I couldn't believe it. In fact I was in such disbelief I wasn't even mad. Who on earth would single out our house, of all the houses in our neighborhood to pummel with eggs? It was not Halloween, I didn't yell at any neighborhood kids for playing their music too loud or for riding their skateboards down the sidewalk. I don't think that I have made any enemies in the city, at least none that know where I live. Who knows. All I know is that I had to spend my Sunday afternoon powerwashing the front of our house. Those eggs harden on as hard as rocks! Hence, that is the first adventure of the Heagy house for this blog.

The First Blog Entry

Well here I am, finally giving in to the trend of posting a blog. It seems better and more personal than a form letter that you send to everyone in your address book. At least with a blog only the people who really care....or the people who are bored and met you once. So here it is. The Heagy House Blog. Stay tuned for updates on the ridiculous things that seem to happen to us. And for updates on things that are just "the things of life"!